#stop assassinating him for the love of god he's already dead

[tackykachowch]

By the way, did we ever talk about how stupid it is that they made Silco the reason Felicia died? I don't mean that he killed her personally, but that he jumpstarted violence on a peaceful protest. Because that's sooo who Silco is, right? A character who makes impulsive and poorly thought out decisions, right? A character who goes into a fight headstrong without carefully planning his moves and strategy and just YOLO-ing it, right? Right?? ......sigh

And don't even THINK about giving me the whole "wElL hE cHaNgEd SiNcE tHeN dUh" crap. Even s2 is smart enough to show us him writing something in a notebook in a flashback, which implies that he was the brains behind the Lanes' creation/revolution as a whole. And if he was he would never sabotage his own plans with something so stupid as throwing a single molotov at enforcers. Literally who does that???? Silco we know would probably organize an attack under the guise of a peaceful protest, but not just. Straight-up ruining just a regular peaceful protest. That's stupid. And Silco is the last character in arcane that would do something stupid. Literally the whole plot of season 1 relies on him being intelligent and sneaky with his plans are you kidding me.

[raconteur-wanpi]

OK, but really, I'm genuinely so sad this fandom doesn't talk enough about Vinsmoke Reiju. She's legitimately one of my absolute favorite characters in the entire story and a lot of people don't see how absolutely tragic she is.

Just. She had to stay behind. She had to stay behind so Sanji can be free, she could never join him. She can only live her dreams of escaping her horrible, horrible family vicariously through him, the only person left in that household she loved. And she had to let him go. Because if she left, an army would follow behind her to get her back; she's a "success" after all. And also because she had already deemed herself a monster. After Sora died, Sanji was all Reiju had left. And then she was alone. Stuck with them for 13 years. Stuck with the wolves. The only way to survive being to mould herself after them.

From the beginning, it was never slip up, never make a mistake, always be perfect or you're next. Pretend to laugh at the misery of the only person in your family you haven't lost hope in, knowing that he might hate you forever after this, feeling like a coward. But you're a child. A mere child, a little 10-year-old girl, and you're scared. And she already saw herself as unworthy of that freedom at that age. She's not like Sanji, she was born to play the role of a monster. Even with her intact emotions, she's still trained soldier. She has the symbol of Germa tattooed on her, how could she ever escape it? She has blood on her hands; not because of her own choices, but because of the commands she's physically incapable of disobeying. She looks at him and tells him he looks so much like their mother, but she denies to accept that so does she.

She's the firstborn, dad's perfect little girl, his first success, his obedient property. The man who she grew to hate so much, when she found out he was going to be assassinated, she didn't warn him, because she hoped it would actually happen. Even if it meant throwing her own life away as well. When she saw him beg for his life she just, rightfully, felt no guilt or remorse. Just anger and satisfaction, even as she herself was about to die, something that seemed she wanted happen. But when he got attacked later on, she showed concern, because unlike Sanji, to her he still is, dad. He's dad, who held you and called you his wonderful child. He's dad, who raised you and showed pride in you. He's dad, who potentially put some sort of authority chip in your brain and forced you to stain your hands in blood. He's the man who killed your mother. She hates him. She wants him dead. She can't stop seeing him as family, and shows concern when he's hurt. It's more complex than how her brother sees him, and it's visceral and real and upsetting.

She had to stay behind. And after all of that, she had to relive the goodbye to the only person left in her family whom she ever loved. God. I hope she gets to see Sanji again. I hope she escapes. I hope one day she finally gets to taste his cooking. She never got the chance to do that, didn't she?

[aingeal98]

Idk if you wrote about it in the past, but thoughts about a potential Stephcass wedding? How it would play out, what they wear etc. With those women it could be interesting lol

I'd like to see you tackle that in a story if you wanted to, considering you write fanfiction and did a really good job imo with this ship.

OK so I actually have a detailed idea in my head of how stephcass plays out in the future that starts with them getting together, breaking up because Cass grows even more intense in her commitment to the mission once she becomes Batman, and then a year or two later Cass showing up in Steph's apartment with a kid being like hey I rescued this kid from being forced to be a child assassin but his parents are dead and idk what to do pls help.

And Steph is like we haven't talked in five months are you fucking kidding me. But she's not a monster and Cass looks way over her head so the two of them start kind of coparenting this kid because Cass understands the assassin aspect but she has no idea what school supplies a 10 year old might need. And then one thing leads to another and it turns out Cass may actually be worse at this adoption addiction than Bruce is because despite her firm belief that she is not capable of being a good mother she is also unwilling to Not help any child assassin she meets. And often that includes adoption because there is no other family uniquely capable of understanding the trauma these kids are going through.

(Cass meets an alarming amount of child assassins. She doesn't adopt ALL of them because they don't all need that specific type of help. Steph is still mildly concerned and not just because her apartment is getting way too full even though all the kids technically live at the manor and Steph is just a family friend.)

So in my mind they do everything backwards. They're exes then they're coparents then they're kind of rekindling things and then five years after Cass adopts the first kid she's like hey do you want to have a baby together because I didn't think I'd be a good mom but I actually really love helping these kids and I really like doing this with you and I think I'm actually ready to be both Batman and the mother of a baby. I get why Bruce was scared but I'm built different so I simply won't die and this kid will grow up happy and loved and I'll teach it everything I know and you can teach it important life stuff like what the settings on the washing machine actually mean and why certain clothes need dry cleaning.

And Steph is like woah that's a lot to process but Cass babe you have to ask me on a date first. And Cass is like have we not already been dating for a few years now? And Steph is like no showing up on my doorstep with a kid who needs a good meal, a shower and medical attention is not actually a date. Neither is attending those little league games together or patrolling together. If you're going to ask me to have a baby I'm going to need a ring on this finger and you're going to have to work for it.

So they date, and then they get married, and they have a bunch more kids most of whom are adopted or fostered. By the time Cass is forty she has five kids, the oldest of whom she adopted as a 10 year old and is now 21. And she and Steph have been married for five years technically but have been coparenting for eleven.

The wedding itself would be pretty straightforward, if more extravagant than normal. Cass wears a suit and is mildly uncomfortable with having to talk about her feelings in front of an entire audience. Steph wears a dress and can't stop smiling because god she loves this woman so much even though she can be a dumbass sometimes. Especially because she can be a dumbass sometimes actually.

The whole family is there. Bruce cries. Crystal makes snide but deserved comments at him the entire time. Tim was asked by both women to be their best man and almost spiraled into another self destructive slump from trying to process all the emotions he felt about that. In the end Cass takes Babs with Bruce walking her up the aisle and Steph takes Tim, who still looks mildly terrified throughout the entire ceremony, like one wrong move from him is going to bring the entire building down on top of them.

Two of Cass's enemies do show up to try and ruin the wedding but unfortunately for them they end up making it so much better instead because Cass gets to kiss her wife AND punch some bad guys in the face all in the same event. She's having the time of her life. What the hell was Bruce so afraid of this marriage thing is EASY.

(It's not easy. Cass is able to balance the mission and her family better than Bruce but that doesn't mean problems don't exist. The kids are used to at least one fight every six months where Steph basically yells at Cass for all the ways she's been letting Batman responsibilities come between them and Cass is like psh I don't know what you're talking about and then gets her act together because she does in fact know what Steph is talking about. She takes Steph to Themyscira on a vacation as an apology. She doesn't repeat her mistakes but she does make new ones because it turns out there are infinite ways you can mess up when raising kids especially when your work is being Batman and you're never going to stop. Steph messes up too although her mistakes are less to do with work life balance and more to do with hurtful comments made during arguments that she regrets. It's never anything bad enough to break them up again, and for the most part they're shockingly the most healthy and well adjusted pairing of the family. Damian takes great joy in reminding Tim of this fact.)

I've basically just written an abridged version of a very long fanfic idea that exists in my head haha but thank you very much for giving me the opportunity to ramble about this!

[lensman-arms-race]

Which Skibidi Toilet characters should you fight?

You can win and you should fight them:

Plunk: Please fight Plunk. He is foolhardy brave but his recklessness makes him easy to fuck up. He secretly craves defeat because he doesn't feel he deserves his overnight hero status and just wants to go back to being a common foot soldier. Help him achieve his dreams.

DJ Skibidi: It will be the best-soundtracked fight you've ever had.

Titan TV: You will have to be ready and bring your best skills to the fight, and it could well be a pyrrhic victory. But if you take advantage of the fact that he assumes he will always win, and is bad at adapting his strategy on the fly, you can win.

Large Camera: They make good warm-up fights before fighting the other entities on this list. Use them to get a few practice rounds in.

Buzzsaw Mutant: A worthy opponent but not indefatigable. You'll both have a fun fight.

Large Speaker: They rarely appear on the battlefield any more and crave violence. Help them feel useful for a bit.

Skibidi parasites: They like being slapped and kicked; it's good sensory enrichment for them.

You can't win but you should fight them anyway:

G-Toilet: He will annihilate you but it will be so funny.

TV Matriarch: You will die and it will be the best experience of your life. She will make you love her as she exsanguinates you with her beautiful blades.

Polycephaly: You will be dead three different ways before your corpse hits the floor, but you will have a glorious death.

Swat Mutant: Pick a fight just to hear him say 'Why bro is attacking me? Is he stupid? Or she if she is a lady."

Speaker Matriarch: It would be nice to let her fight you to work off some of her anguish. Just don't let her win or she will see through your ruse and perforate your cranium like a colander with her knife strikes.

Titan Speaker: The pair of you will perform a graceful dance. Just don't attack the back of his neck; that's unsporting.

Glitch Toilet: Like the last kaua'i'o'o bird, he is the last of his kind and sings for a mate who will never answer. Give him some comfort in his last days.

You can win but you shouldn't fight them:

Normal Camera: It would be like kicking a puppy. If they start getting mardy just flap your coat and go 'boo!' like you do to a goose.

Normal Skibidi Toilet: Ditto. It's so easy to defeat there's no sport in it. Just let it chew on your fist for a bit until it gets bored.

Normal Speaker: They can put up a challenging fight but it gets tiresome how they expect you to keep giving them a hand up every time they end up on the floor.

Titan Camera: You will destroy him and he will regard you with a sad and baleful mix of disappointment (in you and in himself) and thankfulness for the end of his suffering. Some part of you will die in the process and you will be a hollow shell of a person forevermore.

Rambo Mutant: You can stop him in his tracks by tweaking his exposed nips. It's too easy.

Secret Agent: He will make a worthy opponent but will ultimately fall to you. As he dies, he will say "Well done. You have destroyed this timeline. I hope you got the ending you wanted." You look down at your hands and oh god it wasn't it wasn't it wasn't

You can't win and you shouldn't fight them:

Scientist Toilet: He has already calculated your death with maximum efficiency. He might turn you into something amusing, at least.

Camera Matriarch: Ohh, mate, she has a time-freeze flechette gun. You're toast.

Assassin Speakerman: Leave him be; he's got enough angst.

Astro Mothership: Dude.

[ruestheday]

Please expand on your Steph AUs??? I want to know everything????? From reading just those excerpts on that one post I already love your writing and I don’t even know anything about supernatural (we’re in this together Steph, Idk who Dean Winchester either) but I WILL read a crossover fic you write about it

i would love to!!!

this will be the death of me ( crime lord au )

this one was based off of a conversation i had with a friend about the various other ways steph could’ve stopped her dad instead of becoming a vigilante. i thought it was the most interesting.

in this au, steph is a little more morally gray. well, morally gray enough to decide to become a crime lord just to make her dad look stupid. basically one of those “you’ve been trying to be a batman rogue for years and it took me three months to do better”, and then it snowballs out from there. it gets to the point where she’s no longer looking at it as a way to get back at her dad, and an actual way of living.

it’s a crack treated seriously fic, because a lot of it you need to suspend your disbelief. it also has timsteph, because i think the idea of tim dating the girl who’s criminal empire he is trying to topple is funny.

she girl bosses so hard while committing several felonies.

also because she doesn’t have to worry about her secret identity she dyes her hair purple (also to symbolize her spoiler costume in another world). by the end of the fic she will have tried every purple hair dye i can find on google.

imagine being a goon and your boss is some sixteen-year-old girl also concerned about her english essay because she may be a crime lord but she’s a crime lord with an education!!!!

i see dead people ( clairvoyant au )

this one’s more serious but i can’t write just angst to save my life so it still gets silly.

stephanie has been able to see the dead for as long as she can remember, and she’s been helping them since she’d been able to. normally it was small things, like a ghost wanting to make sure her poor Mr. Fluffy was being well taken care of, until she meets the spirit of the once-was robin.

all jason wants is his dad to stop being so violent, but steph isn’t going to walk up to big man batman and tell him Hey, you’re upsetting the spirit of ur dead Robin, stop it, so instead she decides to just take his mind off of it.

they become besties. they hang out constantly. she teaches jason everything she knows about being a ghost. best six months of her life.

until he disappears!!!!

now, the fun thing about ghosts is they’re like little spies. they see everything and they can move faster and further than humans, so they see even more.

the ghosts tell her that jason isn’t just missing, he’s alive. and he’s been taken out of the country.

now normal people might’ve ran straight to the bat, but not steph, she’s got the power of ghost spies and spite, she’s hunting her undead bff down herself. with the help of a freaky little brainiac kid (aka tim drake).

and then she accidentally discovers the league of assassins … oops

the devil knows my name ( prophet au / supernatural crossover )

in supernatural, there are prophets of the lord. they all (seem, we have met two.. well.. it gets complicated) to have different purposes in being prophet. the first one, chuck, writes the "gospel of winchester" which is just the future of the main characters lives. the second prophet, kevin, is the person who translates the word of god.

there can only be one prophet at a time, which would suck for my au, but! but! in a fun plot twist (spoiler warning) chuck actually ends up being god in disguise.

so in the version, steph is the actual prophet that chuck replaced. chuck is still there because he is important, there's just two prophets because god committed identity theft.

this means the au takes place in season four of supernatural, which (spoiler warning) has dean winchester returning from the dead/hell because the biblical apocalypse is about to go down on earth. yeah, i'm throwing batman into the actual biblical apocalypse, where angels and demons are both the bad guys trying to have a grudge match that'll level the earth.

i'm so hyped for it.

[mari-lair]

Good point, but he also made friends with the ants before he knew Kite was dead. But geez, Gon desperately trying to get Killua to remember him mixed with Killua's now very skittish personality...although I do wonder when this would have happened? I guess the first thought that comes to mind would be when Killua almost bleeds to death, but there's several places in the arc you could potentially make it. No matter what though, this is so heartbreaking. Trying to get Kite AND Killua back and feeling so alone...part of me wants to explore it further and the other part wants it as far away from me as possible.

As for the Zoldycks, Alluka was locked up when she was pretty young and they were scared of her because they couldn't control her. They spent years with Killua, and although I don't like the Zoldycks, they would be absolutely heartbroken to realize that Killua was dead. Illumi is rather obsessive about Killua so I think that would seriously affect him (he'd still probably try to control Killua), but I don't see them casting him out. But Gon would fight like hell so they wouldn't take him away. He's not letting them hurt him again, not ever.

What hurts more is that while I imagine Killua does his best in the Ant Gon AU to accept him as a new person (Apo), I feel like Gon wouldn't be able to handle that. His name IS Killua, they used to be best friends, why can't he remember?! He tries to be patient, but he's just so hurt and overwhelmed by everything that's happened. No matter what though, he's not leaving Killua's side again. He won't fail him again, and he'll get his memories back at any cost. There has to be a way, and he won't stop until he's whole again. Or maybe if he changes like Killua did, they can be together again...(oh god, imagining them both as ants together...)

...damn, this hurts. Why would you do this to us? XD

Gon did befriend Meleon before learning Kite is dead but I still can't personally see him targeting ants as a whole cause he always treated them as individuals, being angry when they treated their friends as trash even before Kite's death and choosing to trust Meleon when he was already full of rage from seeing Kite's broken body. I think (?) Melon even mentioned that when he saw Gon, he saw a 'beast' in him.

He also never blames the king/queen or another ant when Kite did die, it's just Pitou, (which split to himself too since Pitou shows compassion and stop being an 'easy' target for gon's hate) from start to finish (sorry for the side track I know it was a minimal thing of your ask but I get too excited when I talk about CA Gon, I will yap about my boy!! yufgytfdyt)

I'll admit I didn't have a specific timeline in mind of when Killua was turned (again the lore is not in my hands) but your idea of him being transformed during the cave breaks my heart. It would have to be an au where the queen somehow didn't die (maybe the king wasn't born prematurily? idk), since only she can birth chimera ants from what I remember, but AUs are all about bending canon and the mental image of Gon never getting the phone call from Killua and slowly realizing people are acting as if he is already dead so he explodes and goes to search for him make me sad... (So i am sharing cause i must spread my pain)

man... I don't even want to think about Gon's mental state, it makes me too sad... I will lose my whimsy and get too focused on this au..

Yes, I agree about the zoldycks! I don't think they would lock up, disown, or ignore ant!killua, they are very tuned to family and indeed love him lots (twisted as said love is), I just don't think they would still want to make him the heir, cause even outside the whole 'non human' thing, Killua is irreparably anxious now. This is not a ploy to try to control him and make him leave Gon to die and become an assassin, is just who he is, and someone that get anxious in the face of power/the unknown is a weakness even to an assassin in big doses. But mentioning Illumi and the family heartbreak does make me realize something! The zolfyck would also want to bring his memory back, and considering the needle, if anyone would be able to get his memories back it would be Illumi. Gon love can make him remember flashes and vague memories (I adore how love make nen do incredible feats in this manga) but getting his whole life forcefully and violently back from start to finish? Illumi is the answer. And he will try to control him too, likely better since he now have both manipulation nen and Killua's memories to use against Ant!Killua.

I really like the idea Gon can't adapt to 'Killua' no longer being Killua. Cause for as sweet as he can be Gon is self-centered as hell so is very on brand, and to make things even worse than the Killua with Apo scenario, ant!Killua (who I don't have a name for so you can come up with one Edit: his name is Lua) is quick to give up, he doesn't want to get into a big argument and make Gon upset and Gon is already very sad (note: Ant!Killua just assumed saying gon is wrong about this would lead to an argument, so in practice they barely reach the talking stage, which just make gon fully confident Killua also wants to be Killua again, so he is more reckless about it and make killua hate it more but gon is doing it for him, and is an endless circle someone pls help them-)

[comically-callous]

I just watched Bullet Train recently and I’m in love. I was wondering if you’re able to write a Lemon x fem!reader where basically Reader is one of those assassins coming on the train (like the wolf and the hornet) while going under the name The spider. But instead of reader trying to kill Ladybug and the twins. The reader is trying to stop them from killing each other but it’s just Reader and lemon bumping into each other a lot and having love at first sight 🤭 and every moment then keep bumping into each other, they just keep falling for the other.

OH MY GOD. I WANT HIM SO BAD...

Lemon x Fem!reader (Bullet Train)

A/n: This one's kind of long as hell, I can't lie. My requests are open (see pinned post for info)

WARNINGS: Cursing. That's it, I think 😛

Why do you always get jobs like this? Jobs where there's some big, fucked up scheme going on, and you have to unfuck the whole thing. You're used to it, but it never gets less annoying.

Whatever. The sooner you get the job done, the sooner you get off this god-damned train.

You entered the train and walked from compartment to compartment, looking for one of your guys. Finally, you walked into a cart where you were immediately greeted by the sound of two British men arguing.

The twins.

You slowed down the pace of your steps as you walked by and tried to subtly look over at them. But, when looking over, you found that one of them was already looking at you.

You should've looked away. But, you couldn't. You'd only ever seen him in pictures, you didn't think he'd be just as good looking in real life. Your eyes locked on to his and time seemed to slow down. You felt your heartbeat quicken and-

"Shit!" You tripped over your own feet after a man bumped into you, not bothering to apologize or even acknowledge the fact that he'd almost knocked you over. You managed to catch yourself, shooting a glare at the man who was already walking into the next compartment.

"Jesus Christ! Fucking asshole didn't even say sorry!"

"Are you alright, love?"

Fuck.

You looked back at the twins and froze up for a second. He was looking right at you. Is it cliche to feel like you could get lost in his eyes? Yes. Yes, it is.

"... I'm fine." You managed to speak before regaining your composure and quickly walking away.

Holy FUCK. That couldn't have been worse.

You were in the luggage compartment, trying to calm yourself down.

For the love of God, you're a grown woman who does illegal shit for a living, WHY are you acting like a middle school girl with a crush?!

While in the middle of scolding yourself, something caught your eye.

Silver briefcase. Train sticker on the handle.

You were surprised that you'd managed to find the thing almost immediately. After a brief check to make sure no one outside of the luggage compartment was watching, you grabbed the briefcase and stuffed it in your bag.

Great. Now all you had to do was stop three grown men from killing each other.

Great.

It had been hours now. Hours without getting off this train. You sort of felt like you were going crazy.

Things were already getting chaotic. The son of the white death was dead, which couldn't be good for the twins. And there was a dead body near the back of the train wearing a bloodied white suit. You didn't even know how that happened.

At least you still had the briefcase.

You were sitting in an empty part of the train, going over the current plan that you had in your head when you heard the doors slide open.

You glanced up and-

Fuck.

One of the twins. The hotter one.

You immediately whipped out your phone and pretended to be busy on it. You thought that if you were focused on something other than the man, he wouldn't acknowledge you. But, of course things couldn't be that simple.

"Excuse me, miss."

Inside your head, you screamed. But, on the outside you casually looked up from your phone.

"Yeah?"

"Have you seen a bloke walking around with a sliver briefcase? Train sticker on the handle?"

You subconsciously brought your bag closer to yourself.

"He's got nerdy glasses, a stupid hat?" The man continued.

You tilted your head innocently. "A silver case?"

"Yeah."

"I don't think I've seen anything like that, sorry. Why do you ask?" This was your current plan: Keep him talking. The longer you kept him talking to you, the longer you'd be able to prevent a fight.

"Oh, uh..." The man trailed off. "He's with me. I've gotta grab something from the case, but he wandered off."

"Oh." You nodded. "I'll be sure to keep a look out. You said there's a train sticker on the handle?"

"Yup."

"Why's that?"

"Well, I put it there so that we'd be able to spot it."

"You just had a train sticker laying around?"

"I like trains." He shrugged.

Keep him talking. "Oh. I do too! My dad was a train conductor. So, I grew up going on a lot of train rides, I really wanted to be a train conductor too, so I learned about pretty much every kind of train you could think of," This was all untrue. You didn't like trains. Your dad was a dentist. But, again, you needed to keep him talking. Now you were just listing different train related topics and waiting for something to stick.

"I watched a lot of Thomas the tank engine-"

"Great show." He interjected.

There it is. "Oh, yeah. I was absolutely obsessed with it when I was little. Did you watch it too?"

"I still watch it."

"Oh?" You chuckled. "Um, yeah. That's-"

"I mean, because it's very nostalgic for me, a very comforting show. Plus, it's better than some shows they're putting out nowadays, y'know? It's got a lesson, it's got good characters, it's-"

He went on rambling. You noticed that he sounded... Nervous? Embarrassed?Flustered? Was he getting flustered while talking to you? Oh. Oh. This changes things.

"I think it's endearing." You said.

"What? Watching Thomas?"

"Yeah." You shrugged. This wasn't necessarily a lie. You did think the fact this man, who was supposed to be intimidating, watched and enjoyed a children's show was quite charming.

"That's... Thank you. I've never had anyone say that about.. You know, watching Thomas the tank engine."

"There's a first time for everything, right?" You smiled.

"Yeah, I suppose there is." He bit the inside of his cheek and averted his gaze away from you momentarily. "I should probably be going now, I've still gotta find my case and-"

He continued talking as you noticed the other guy. The guy the twins thought had killed the son and stolen their case. He seemed to be looking around the luggage compartment, probably for the case that was still stuffed into your bag. You couldn't let the man in front of you see him. Not if you wanted to prevent them fighting each other until they were both black and bruised.

"But, I did enjoy talking to you, so-"

You interrupted the man. "Hey, can I get your number or something?"

He was visibly surprised and was quiet for a second before nodding. "Yes. Yes, I can- I'll give that to you."

You handed him your phone and watched as he punched in his number.

If you were being honest, asking for his number definitely wasn't your last resort. You were actually glad you'd gotten the opportunity to ask, because this guy was very handsome and very charming.

He finished punching in his number. You glanced over to the luggage compartment and the other man was gone.

Thank God.

You looked back to him and smiled. "Thanks. I'll text you later." You promised.

He smiled, a smile you could tell was genuine, and nodded. "I'll look forward to that."

With that he walked away. You sighed in relief and relaxed into your seat. After a moment you looked down at your phone. He'd saved himself in your phone as a train emoji. You couldn't help but smile.

This whole thing was starting to feel less chaotic and-

IS THAT A FUCKING SNAKE?!

[muzansslxt]

Maniac

Toji Fushiguro x Fem Reader

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Warnings: Dubcon, gun play, age gap, abuse, black mail,kidnapping, swearing, degradation and manipulation. Read at your own risk🫠

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Toji was a lot of things, a gambler, a play boy, and an assassin.

But he wasn’t soft, he didn’t have a heart underneath his muscular chest. He didn’t love, and he certainly didn’t care about the fact you were unconscious laying in his back seat.

His dark brooding eyes flicked to the rear view mirror, silently drinking in your figure.

You were young, much younger than him but certainly old enough to be legal.

Shaking his head, he continued to drive to his apartment, he wasn’t sure what to do with you just yet.

You weren’t worth anything dead, he was instructed by his superiors to simply obtain you and use any methods necessary to get you to spill the information about Jujutsu high.

He pulled into a shabby underground parking lot and scanned the area to make sure nobody was out and about before pulling you from the car and slung you over his broad shoulder easily.

You were so light, so small and fragile.

An evil smirk began to form on his handsome face, you would be very easy to break.

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It took you some time, but you finally awoke.

Your head was pounding with an on coming head ache and your mouth felt like cotton.

Looking around, you were quick to realize you were in someone else’s home. The arm chair you were bound to was littered in cigarette burns and what looked like blood.

“You’re awake.” Came a deep voice behind the chair.

The ropes dug into the flesh of your wrists and ankles as you tried to turn, to look at the man.

Toji watched with an amused expression before leaning over the back of the chair and lazily ran a hand gun along your jawline.

“You’re y/n. I’ve heard all about you~ They call you the sorcerers slut you know~” he teased.

You felt your face heat up.

“That’s not true.” You snapped.

Toji raised a brow, he was expecting someone whiny, someone who would cry and break down.

You were different.

Humming, Toji moved so he was in front of you, pulling up a foot stool, he sat down and just smiled arrogantly.

“Why don’t you tell me what you know about that Gojo moron.” He said while moving the gun away from your face and let it hang in his hand.

You glared back at him.

“I know nothing about any of the jujutsu sorcerers, I’m only there to escort the students home safely.”

Toji snorted, his fingers tightening around the gun handle.

“Bullshit.” He chuckled before reaching into his pocket for his phone the photograph he was supplied with for this interrogation.

“I know all about who you spread your legs for~”

Toji pulled his phone out of his back pocket, eyes glued to the screen for a moment before flipping it around for you to see.

You felt your stomach drop.

It was a picture of you, sat on Gojos cock with your head tossed back.

“How did you- who-“ you stuttered as your face reddened.

Toji chuckled at your crimsoned cheeks, he had you right where he needed.

“Not so tough now are you little girl~”

You glare at him with hatred.

“Don’t give me that look~” he cooed before standing up swiftly, “I think you enjoy fucking older men, maybe you can bounce on my cock like you did for Gojo~”

“You pervert! You- You fucking pervert! Go fuck yourself!” You snarled while looking up at him.

His eyes flashed angrily before leaning down and suddenly ripped your shirt off, although you tried to squirm away from his hands, it was useless.

In a split second he already had you naked.

“You have a foul mouth for such a pretty girl~” he hummed while his eyes drank your exposed body in.

You could feel your stomach roll and the burn of shame made your eyes water, yet your body was acting differently, much to your dismay.

Toji purred while looking at your shaved pussy, glistening with your own arousal.

“St-stop staring, god damn it.” You say in a desperate voice, the embarrassment starting to get to you.

“Fine. I’ll take a picture instead, lasts longer right?” He said cooly as he brought his phone out and snapped a few close ups of your soaked cunt.

“No! No! De-“ you were cut off as the barrel of his hand gun was shoved into your mouth.

You could taste the cold metallic metal on your tongue, and whined.

“I’m tired of hearing you complain.” He growled before looking down again between your legs, with how you had been tied to the chair, he could see your spread open pussy.

Smirking Toji pulled the gun from your mouth slowly before letting it trail down your body slowly, the cold metal was almost a relief on your hot skin, but your eyes never left the finger Toji had on the trigger.

You began to cry once the gun crossed your trembling stomach to your twitching clit.

The inescapable thought that at any moment this man could kill you, stayed burned in the back of your mind.

And yet you couldn’t help but gasp through your tears and watched in horror as he slowly rubbed your aching clit in circles with the hand gun.

“You’re pretty wet doll~ Think you can take it?~”

You were about to scream and beg for him not to, but as soon as your mouth opened, Toji slapped a large hand over it as he began to nudge the gun inside of you.

Toji pushed the gun slightly until it started to slide inside your waiting hole, the barrel was burning through the tight rings of your cunt.

A strangled cry left your lips only to be muffled by Tojis palm, your hip’s jerked and writhed, trying to pull away from the crude object inside you.

“Oh relax~ You’re soaking wet right now princess~ I can’t believe you’re gunna cum from a fucking gun.” He laughed, pumping the weapon faster and grinning at the obscene noises it was making.

You sobbed hysterically but arched your back as the tip of the gun started to press and rub against that precious sweet spot, your pussy clamped around the barrel tighter and it was moans leaving your mouth now.

Toji couldn’t believe how easy it was to unwind you.

A cream ring began to form around the end of the barrel, your clit puffy with arousal and the constant clench of your pussy signalled you were undoubtedly close to cumming.

Removing his hand from your lips, Toji plunged the gun one last time against your g spot, your walls were on fire, the knot in your stomach snapped.

“Hah! N-no- Ah!~” Your voice sounded strangled as you whimpered and gasped, your pussy gushed around the gun, costing it in your essence.

“What do you think will happen if this goes public?~” Toji suddenly purred while slowly pulling the gun out and watched your cunt clench and drip in response.

You were so frightened and overwhelmed with pleasure, you didn’t even notice the camera placed on the couch recording.

“Before you start those crocodile tears, I’ll make a deal with you doll face~ Tell me all about Satoru and I’ll delete the video, you can watch me do it too~” he cooed while rubbing your cheek as tears trailed down them silently.

Telling Toji what he wanted would surely get you killed, most likely by Gojo himself, or you could face the humiliation of having your pussy filmed and stuffed with a gun, for everyone to see.

The choice was yours to make…

[befuddledcinnamonroll]

Heart Killers day, woohoo!

Poor baby Bison, he just wants a break from murdering people so he can make out with a tattoo artist, we've all been there!

Oh Style, you nail the chaotic menace energy but you need to be smarter to humble Fadel.

Well you see Kant, in about a year this man is going to have a whole bunch of cats...

Ha, "pain excites me", casual way to bring up your kinks with your prospective boyfriend.

First in grandma glasses was not something I knew I needed until today.

I know Fadel has his reasons for being such a hard ass, but let Bison pet the kitty dammit!

Lol, this is giving me LITA flashbacks.

Oh, all my boys are such little idiots. But I love them all the same.

I love that Style has a whole collection of sports themed crop tops.

Oh god, Style being so extra is hard to watch, but it is very Petruchio-accurate.

This woman is really selling the "I should have insisted on being paid more for this" energy

I do like that we see Fadel is normally quite polite with everyday people. I know that makes him a little less overall shrew-ish, but it also makes him feel a little more well-rounded to me.

Well, hello Dunk & Khaotung chemistry! Y'all are not helping my "let everyone kiss everyone" feelings.

Also adore that Style is just such a natural wingman.

Haha, the competitive bitchiness over Bison, delightful.

Bison: "Ah yes, men fighting over me, this is the natural order of things"

Kant! You can break someone's foot doing that!

Sir, how dare.

Oh these two are gonna kill me.

Also we're gonna get some filthy fics out of this setting, lol.

Oh god, not Bison showing off his sucking powers.

Ok, that line about the mother is a hint that she's probably not bio mom, but something else, right?

Lol, I already know people will be complaining about the dance scene, but I think it's hilarious. Also anyone who grew up with the American teen movies of the 90s knows random dance scenes sometimes just happen.

Please, Jojo, I'm already dead!

Haha, Fadel so wants to look. I love how Joong is playing this. Tiny little cracks starting to show!

I love how shameless Style is.

I like that Fadel is suspicious, because it is sus. He's not stupid. Also I know part of Style's coolness is that he doesn't know Fadel is an assassin, but I kind of think even if he did, he'd still be like this. Fadel is a strong dude with a hand on his throat. He is just that hard to shake. It's such good character work.

Uh, pushing it a little far there Style. But again, that is his character.

The animosity of one couple and the sweetness of the other are so interesting when you consider how both will be flipping at some point.

Damn, Kant, you need to pay this guy more if he willingly let you drop a bowling ball on his foot.

I mean, Fadel may technically be right about everything, but also where's the lie?

Nevermind, Fadel is not right about everything, definitely not gun safety. Stop waving it around!

I do wonder how much of the brothers' conflict comes down to an introvert/extrovert thing. They should watch Monster Next Door.

Ha, I have never seen a man looked so annoyed to be so turned on before. But holy shit, that scene. The pearl-clutchers are gonna be so mad!

Oh this is so much fun!

[calisources]

THE   CW'S   REIGN   SEASON   FOUR   QUOTES.   all   these   sentences   were   taken   from   season   four   of   the   historical   fictional   show,   reign.   change   pronouns,   locations   and   names   as   you   see   fit.   

I'm not looking for a man to love, I'm looking for a weapon to use against her and her throne.

Men forget that women have ears.

My child will be heir to her throne, to both nations. 

Mary, this is a course you cannot step back from. And if you take it, I fear I'm looking at a dead woman.

We all die, Gideon. The question is what we stood for while we lived.

Are you saying that we should marry?

Although I am curious. Have you already named our children? Or did you leave at least that part for me?

Where Knox has sown hatred, we will scatter seeds of hope.

Earn my respect then, as I earn the respect of my men. In combat!

 Duels only lead to dead men, not respect.

Oh really, Lord Darnley? I was unaware that your crushing defeat was an act of charity.

Now, you take your assassin and you get out of our country. Or we will drive you out.

I want you to tell me why you keep pushing me away. I'm going to be your husband!

I had a husband! And I loved him and he was murdered in cold blood before my eyes.

As King and Queen, our lives will always be in peril.

 We're going to be in danger no matter whether we're together or not. Because of who we are, Mary. Because of our blood.

You will be my husband in name only. And we will never be happy. And I will never forgive you.

It is my duty, my God-given birthright and my crown. And I will defend it from anyone who attempts to take it.

I had hoped that our marriage would be a partnership in every way. 

I will be a true King. And we will finally be equals.

We are married because I couldn't take England without you. What makes you think that you can take England without me?

He will hang. And I will enjoy watching him die. 

Men will never willingly bow to the weaker sex.

And they will suffer greatly for it.

The Prince of Spain came to France whole, and left with an enormous piece of wood sticking out of his skull.

A daughter joining her mother for an evening stroll is hardly a crime.

Why, Claude, how nice of you to take time away from your grief to criticize me.

You'll take what under advisement? What, you're just going to mouth kingly words?!

The only monster in this castle is gossip. And we must not feed it, or it will bring us to our knees.

I should have your entire family burned at the stake.

You think that political manipulation and poisoning are my only skill?

When one Valois is weakened, the entire line is threatened.

Tell your son to come to court. Or I will have him dragged here. On his knees.

I will not be remembered as the queen that drew first blood.

 She wasn't your friend, Elizabeth, she was your prisoner. What a grotesque curse of royalty that you cannot even tell the difference.

A royal marriage gives one political clout.

Mary, revenge is not meant to ease pain. It is meant to balance the scales.

I've missed you. Perhaps that's reason enough for you to stop being an ass and stay for the party.

What? I-I can't. You and I are married. Until death do us part.

I lost both the man I love and the man I could have loved.

 My family has royal blood in our veins. 

Trust is given, but loyalty is earned. And you, my queen, have not earned mine.

He does have his father's history to overcome. You knew that when you chose him.

I am married to the most powerful man in the world, and I will not be threatened by my damaged brother who is unfit to rule. 

I suppose there's nothing to be done... Except stay for the King's wedding.

Because being married to a woman who is in love with another isn't exactly the ideal union I dreamed of either.

[silverynight]

Dead End

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Part XXII

It doesn't matter how much he tells them it'll hurt him to be left behind, for them to come up with a plan without him, knowing they will be risking their lives for him; none of them change their minds.

Sanemi stays in another room with him; Tanjirou knows he's also keeping an eye on him and is there just to make sure he doesn't listen to anything. They'll probably explain everything to him after they're done and Tanjirou is asleep.

"Why won't you let me help?" Tanjirou asks again and even though he kinda knows the answer already, he refuses to stay there without doing anything.

Sanemi is not usually very gentle when it comes to words, but Tanjirou likes his honesty; no matter how painful is what he has to say, he'll say it because it's the truth.

"Tanjirou, this is dangerous. Kibutsuji is cruel and has been our enemy for a while now," he tries to explain as he puts his hands on the redhead's shoulders. "I don't like to admit it, but he's powerful and he knows how to use his assassins in a very effective way. We all want to defeat him and live, but there's a high chance that some of us will die and we don't want that happening to you."

Tanjirou starts sobbing and he doesn't even bother to wipe the tears off. He shakes his head, unconsciously rejecting that horrible scenario.

"I don't want you to die!" He says desperately as if saying it out loud could help somehow.

Sanemi pulls him into his arms, making an effort to comfort him, even though he's usually not that good at it.

"If you die, the remaining of us will no longer want to live. But if you live, I'm sure you'll take care of the ones who are lucky enough to stay alive and will make them happy, even if it tears you apart to lose some of us."

"But..." Tanjirou wants to keep arguing, he wants to tell him how much he wants them all to live with him, to marry him...

He should've done that when he had the chance.

"Maybe if you let Muzan take me, you can leave and protect Nezuko and the others, you can–"

Despite Sanemi covering his mouth in a very gentle way, he looks angry. Tanjirou is not sure if he's angry at the scenario or at him for suggesting it; probably both.

He looks like he wants to say a lot of things and maybe curse Tanjirou a bit, but instead he closes his eyes, pinches the bridge of his nose and kisses his forehead after a couple of seconds.

"We can't live without you."

Tanjirou usually finds endearing how much they love him, but right now it occurs to him that maybe loving him is not only the thing that's causing them trouble, but also exactly what's putting them in danger.

"I love you too," he mumbles instead, feeling as the despair comes back to him in waves.

He still lets Sanemi pull him even closer and kiss him on the lips. That's one of the things he should do more often: he should kiss them.

Tanjirou sighs, silently praying the gods to take care of his Pillars.

To keep them safe.

***

When Mitsuri tells them they can finally get out, Tanjirou finds all his Pillars waiting for him. Akaza is watching everything from a corner, with some kind of longing in his eyes.

Then Gyomei takes a couple of steps closer and kneels in front of him; all his hashira do the same so Tanjirou knows what's about to happen.

He takes one of his hands and kisses it with so much adoration it makes Tanjirou tear up; he knows what it means.

"I'm leaving, Tanjirou."

"Where are you going?" The redhead asks, not even bothering to hide his sobs.

"You know I can't tell you, my love."

Tanjirou bites his bottom lip, but the tears do not stop escaping from his eyes; Gyomei is probably going to look for one of Muzan's assassins.

The number one. The most dangerous.

"Are you going alone?"

"Akaza is going to guide me, but up to a certain point, I'm on my own, yes."

"But–"

"I cannot explain it to you right now, but we have agreed this is for the best," Gyomei cuts him off, hand reaching out to him.

Tanjirou notices that Shinobu takes Sanemi aside, probably to tell him about the plan. He leans closer to Gyomei so the hashira can touch his cheek. He uses his thumb to wipe the tears off his face.

With another sob, Tanjirou moves forward, almost jumping into the hashira's arms and starts kissing him all over the face until he finds his lips.

Gyomei kisses him back with a passion that is not very usual in him, but that Tanjirou likes. He feels tiny as the Pillar's huge hand cradles the back of his head and the other one grabs him by the waist.

"Trying to convince me to stay?" Gyomei mumbles against Tanjirou's lips with amusement.

"Is it working?"

The Pillar smiles and kisses Tanjirou's neck and cheeks before giving him another breathtaking kiss on the lips again.

"It would work," he mumbles after a while. "Under any other circumstances. But not now, I'm afraid. This is important."

He rises from the ground with Tanjirou still in his arms and gently hands him to Giyuu, who squeezes Tanjirou softly against his chest, knowing the redhead needs to be comforted.

"I'll do my best to come back to you, Tanjirou."

"Please," Tanjirou begs, voice shaky because of the emotional pain he feels.

Suddenly, he notices Akaza, ready to leave too and jumps from Giyuu's arms to give him a hug.

"Take care of yourself too," Tanjirou whispers over Akaza's shoulder, noticing the way the young man freezes right before hugging him back. "Hakuji."

When he takes a couple of steps back, he notices that Akaza's cheeks are slightly pink now, he looks flustered, but happy at the same time.

Then they both leave and Tanjirou feels like his heart breaks a little.

"Why don't we cook something?" Mitsuri suggests, noticing Tanjirou's sadness. "I'm starving!"

Tanjirou nods and goes into the kitchen with Obanai, Tengen and Sanemi while the others wait. It actually helps him relax somewhat.

Then they all kneel around a small table and eat for a while; Tanjirou can't help but chuckle when he watches Kyojuro and Mitsuri eat with enthusiasm.

Muichiro leans closer to him and puts his head over Tanjirou's shoulder, Giyuu is arguing about something with Shinobu, while Tengen tells them about his wives, Sanemi rolls his eyes and Obanai takes one of Tanjirou's hands while using the other to clean Mitsuri's face.

Tanjirou closes his eyes for a second and pretends they're back in the butterfly estate; Muzan doesn't exist and they're waiting for Gyomei because he's running late from work. Nezuko and his friends are in the backyard, having fun too watching the starry sky.

Kyojuro places Tanjirou on his lap and he leans against his broad chest as Muichiro complains because he wants to be near him too.

For a second they're happy and not in danger; Tanjirou will get married to them in a couple of months and they'll live together without having to worry about anything else ever again.

It makes him happy, even if it's not real.

When he opens his eyes, Giyuu leans to kiss him on the tip of the nose, perhaps feeling his concern again.

He prays to every god that Gyomei comes back to him safe and sound.

***

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[rezonan]

Would the Bat-Clan/Family really be better off without Bruce?

You know. I often hear the critism that Batman raises child soliders or whatever and I happily.... Agree, I mean it's obviously what they are. Kid vigilantes are something that should have become extinct in comics since the 70s but DC kept them. I don't really care cause I love them so much and I don't like to push realism into comics in a world where aliens exist and vigilantes actually work as a method to bring Peace.

What I'm hear to argue about was that Bruce was probably a GOOD(kinda?) thing for them honestly. So let's imagine a world where Batman faced with the opportunity to take in any of these kids as Vigilantes and give them training and tech/supplies refuses or just ignores them or just never even meets them.

You have

Dick - who tried to hunt down Tony Zucco by himself

Barbara - had gone out as Batgirl on her own

Jason - lived on the streets in Gotham, we meet him trying to steal Batman's tires.

Tim - followed Batman and Robin around with a camera for years before being Robin

Damian and Cassandra - both trained assassins since birth

Stephanie - was already already a vigilante before Batman took her in and is the daughter of Cluemaster

Duke - was a member of the Robins gang that tried to keep the piece during Batman's absence.

Leaving out Batwoman and Huntress because I have yet to read through thier stuff(forgive me). Will get there eventually though

Right of the Bat(Pun intended)

Dick is likely dead, let's be real. No 10 to 13 year old is taking down a small gang of criminals without training outside acrobatics. In some versions even his father who had the same exact training plus actual muscle couldn't take them down.

Jason is a 50/50 there is a big chance that he becomes either another criminal in the endless see of early Gotham or a vigilante protecting crime alley and die eventually either way. Sadly there's a bug chance he becomes one of those faceless mooks Bruce punches every now and then. You could argue this is a better fate than his time as Robin and Red Hood but I disagree

Tim probably has the best ending here. He could literally just stop following Batman and have a completely normal life. That or he dies eventually following Batman around.

Barbara has police self defense training and is insanely smart. I actually genuinely think there is a solid chance she survives her time as a vigilante if she plays it safe and picks her battles. Heck if she survives long enough she could even hook up with Huntress or something.

Damian if Bruce rejected him and with no Dick in this world. Not only doesn't become a Robin but either goed back with his mother to satu with the league or becomes a sorta frank Castle style vigilante trying to prove himself to his father.

Cassandra is interesting. Not exactly sure but I think she has a chance to be picked up by some other hero out there that or she straight up gets found by her dad or mom. But if this was a connected world kind thing she probably gets picked up by Huntress and Barbara maybe?

Stephanie imo doesn't last particularly long without sufficient training. Good chance of her dying in a similar way to war games actually (god I hate that story). Again if you see this as a whole world, she probably gets picked up by Huntress and Barbara too.

Duke unless he gets his metahuman ability is pretty surely gonna die eventually. I know the least about him so not much to say here.

I'm incredibly open to arguments against my opinions tho. But I genuinely think Bruce did more good than bad here. Especially with Dick. Who while being dead would never be able to reform Damian or help Bruce chill out during those early years. To talk about how his death would affect stuff like the titans and the wider DC universe.

Damn maybe the guys who say he's the heart of the DC universe have a point.

[bittrlys]

THE GOOD

Viren and Harrow scene

CRAB SHIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Young Viren

Viren selfcest (<- stream of consciousness note that I stand by, he needs to learn to love himself)

Aaravos and Viren had a baby <3 (I like that this twist about the child to save him only works for people who weren't already joking about this being their lovechild all last season)

The heavyhanded diaogue is lol but its nice to see Viren's internal journey ("DAD I'M FOLLOWING IN YOUR FOOTSTEPS" guys you really could have just shown that. But I guess Viren is literal even with his metaphors. I forgive him.)

Viren zoned the fuck out half the season still the best part of the show. But like I love the sense of crushing realization and weight of his thoughts. King of thinking <3

Nice to see Claudia also getting to do cool complicated things

Viren and Claudia literally carry the dramatic weight of the series on their shoulders -tm my friend

I appreciate that Terry continues to be down to clown

This blood elf assassin is hot ♥

I like the water elf design the coral horns are cool (and he looks like a Critical Role character)

I always love pirate towns so that's cool! And some brief actual intense stakes with the pirate captain.

Aaravos. FULL STOP. Like 10 lines of dialogue and he served with them all!

"If you see Claudia again tell her I said ..... hi" hahaa

THE BAD

The Rayllum (what was Callum even apologizing for?? Rayla just genuinely does not seem to like him.)

Janai immediately pivots in her belief because only villains are allowed to stick by their reasonable positions which oppose the desires of the main characters

Again, what changed Tidebound Tina's perspective and made her help them??? Characters will truly just change perspectives in a second if they're meant to be 'good' and not defy the main characters

Ezran is so entitled. Rayla is like oh this boat is a bad idea he's immediately like "WE NEED THAT ONE!" and then proceeds to get them all nearly murdered by pirates for some tadpoles and does not apologize at all.

That being said it seems the show just isn't that interested in Ezran or Rayla

Would it have killed them to include a scene showing why Rayla decides to show up and save the day in finale? She has no arc.

I understand the conclusion that Callum came to with ocean magic but I don't believe his process of getting there.

Can Janai do her damn job all she's ever shown doing is hanging out in her pyjamas pining and being in love. Tied with Zubeia who just hangs about talking about her husband and son all day.

THE UGLY

STOP WITH THIS DIVINE RIGHT OF KINGS SHIT (why would the Archdragon of the Ocean give a damn about a human ruler? But like Oh! We Have To Respect A King!)

They show up to the library with only FIVE HOURS TO SUNSET instead of idk camping outside the city until the next dawn and coming in then. And then leave directly at sunset instead of giving themselves like an hour of wiggle room. Unreal!

They can't even let these entitled main characters even THINK Amaya died for their arrogance Like they can't even feel guilt about it for five seconds.

What's the point of having a deus ex machina dragon you insert in every scene to save their asses (god I need Zubeia dead) if she's just going to stand there and do literally nothing while Amaya is attacked. Rewatch that scene camera never cuts to Zubeia's face to even show her idk considering it? Being unable to help? Just get rid of this dragon already she weakens the plot to an absurd degree.

Zubeia surviving. Full stop.

Thunder killed off this group of elves for the crime of uhhhh doing weird blood rituals? Moonshadow elves (Thunder's personal hit squad) do blood rituals. Thunder just loves massacring any group of people who defy his tyranny.

It's surreal that Xadians NEVER comment on the humans in their midst like the show will not draw attention to the fact that humans are othered + marginalized. It perpetually feels like the writers are backtracking on lore they previously established because they don't want to make Xadians look bad.

Like I can believe a criminal port is full of all elements but this happens elsewhere in Xadia. Even the Archdragon of Ocean doesn't address the fact that Ezran is a human.

But it's not like the differences between humans and Xadians aren't noted because humans (like Amaya) still have to constantly grovel for Xadian approval + forgiveness. Like for WHAT. Should Amaya have to apologize to Rayla anymore than Rayla should apologize for coming to assassinate a 10-year-old Ezran in season 1?

for fucking tadpoles?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

Callum, Rayla, and Ezran are UNSYMPATHETIC protagonists they literally will never face any consequences for any of their actions. Nothing really goes wrong for them -- they're always saved from trouble and they get everything ultimately handed them. They are supremely privileged, entitled people. Meanwhile Viren and Claudia go through 19 layers of hell just trying to get 1 thing done.

Overall I'd say it was better than season 4! 👍👍👍

[whispersinthedawn]

Concealed in the Coriolis ch 3

“Is this ... an assassination attempt?” the voice of the priest asked from behind him, sounding bemused.

Abruptly, rage filled Percy’s veins. The man had just watched Percy attack someone unprovoked and hadn’t even attempted to help – merely stood by as an indifferent observer unrelated to the happenings.

Percy whirled around. “Why, are you important?” he sneered.

He crawled a threatening inch closer to the man, willing to claw at his face and leave him as disfigured as the putrid nature of his soul if he wouldn’t lift a single finger to help a woman possibly dying right in front of him.

Lee would have never allowed any of this. This man didn’t deserve to share any resemblance to a boy who had unflinchingly rushed into battle with giants even knowing the consequences, who had once poured all his energies into healing a demigod until forcefully dragged away because the body in front of him had long since gone cold.

Galene could be slipping beyond the Styx. She could be dying inch by inch that very moment, even her sluggishly flowing blood not enough to rejuvenate cells deprived of oxygen for too long.

The priest didn’t even glance at Galene.

“I am Apollonius!” the priest growled out, flapping his cloak so that the winglike protrusions on it flared into view.

“Of Rhodes?” Percy scorned. “Because that’s the only Apollonius worth remembering.”

And that in itself was a comment about his lack of remarkableness since all Percy could recall was that Annabeth both admired and resented the man. Something about a talented poet with a habit of choosing deplorable topics on which to compose a poem. 

History would just have to make do with one less epic poet if this priest was Apollonius of Rhodes.

Apollonius barked a sharp laugh full of rage. “Do you think your status as a princess will protect you from my wrath?” he hissed. “You, who have already proven your inability to recognise your family, displayed a callous willingness to kill trusted retainers, and have fortuitously removed any witnesses from the room? Who is to gainsay me if I were to say you attacked me?”

The Iliad’s beginning ran through Percy’s mind. Sing, oh goddess, of Achilles’s rage. The tale of animosity between Achilles and Agamemnon, two of the greatest Greek warriors – and yet, was the anger of Achilles not incited by Apollo when he set plague loose on the Greeks? All because of a love for his priest, who failed to ransom his daughter from Agamemnon.

The God of Truth might discern the truth of his priest’s falsehoods, but who would dare risk divine wrath by harbouring someone who would harm a priest?

Percy clenched his teeth together, fuming, heartsore, but with the faint flickers of cold reason cooling his impetuousness. “She is not dead,” he said stiffly. “You may check for yourself.”

‘Not due to your lack of trying!’ Coronis accused him.

“I didn’t try to kill her!” Percy shouted at her.

He hadn’t, he hadn’t. Why couldn’t she just understand that and stop transmitting hatred, panic, and rage at him? Didn't she know he couldn’t think with her emotions running rampant through his head?

A moment of silence before Apollonius asked, “Who are you talking to?”

Coronis’s silver, translucent eyes widened. ‘Can you see me?’ she asked the priest.

Percy experienced a moment of mingled hope and terror, but Apollonius just studied him with cold calculation in his eyes. 

“Someone ...” Percy started before pausing. What guarantee did he have that this priest was not a gingerbread house built to conceal the cauldron to boil his flesh? Simply because he invoked a trust and longing that rightfully belonged to Lee? Was that not a tally against the sincerity of this illusion?

Someone who reminded Percy so acutely of Lee might as well have been built with the son of Apollo as the template. And Ixion – couldn’t that be the Triton Percy had hoped for in fanciful dreams he’d nonetheless half-convinced himself to be prophetic instead of the stiff, resentful merman who’d confronted him in Atlantis instead? There was even something of a resemblance.

Phlegyas – Phlegyas might as well be a Poseidon who had foresworn his wife and the gates of Olympus, or a kind-faced Paul who had raised Percy. And Cleophema the version of Sally who had never ruined her life to protect Percy’s, who had never torn apart every shred of her happiness to chain herself to Gabe and wasted her youth for Percy, who was queen of a prosperous kingdom, had a Muse for a mother who’d bless all her literary leanings, and a husband who’d stand by her side.

“You’re just an illusion,” Percy breathed out in relief. “You’re not real.”

‘You’re delusional,’ Coronis whispered in horror. ‘You don’t even think we’re real. None of us – you're going to just kill everyone because we aren’t alive in the first place.’

“Just because you’re not real doesn’t mean I’m going to kill everyone,” Percy protested. He wasn’t – he hadn’t even tried to kill Galene. Merely remove her from the way with the means at his disposal. Or would Coronis have preferred that he crack Galene’s head open just like her own had been?

Percy swayed with dizziness.

But Coronis wasn’t real either.

“Can you sit down, dear?” Apollonius asked softly, eyes pinched in wariness. “You look like you’re in pain.”

‘Don’t be taken in by him!’ Coronis shouted in warning. ‘He’s going to hurt you too!’

“I’m not going to hurt him,” Percy snapped, losing his temper. He wasn’t a monster lashing out indiscriminately at everyone around him. This was the priest he’d planned to obtain aid from.

But whatever glimpse of his intentions Coronis received from the river flooding their two banks instilled the deepest panic in her.

She rose to her feet, the caved-in side of her head with its matted strands on full display, and flung herself at Apollonius, shrieking, ‘You have to leave.’

She passed straight through the priest and crashed onto the floor behind him but Apollonius ... froze.

“What was that?” he breathed out, lips barely moving.

Percy stared at the spooked priest in shock. Had ... had he felt Coronis? Had a figment of Percy’s imagination experienced the healing rush, the cooling breeze, the eerie intermingling, with another figment of Percy’s imagination?

A crack appeared in the wall around Percy’s mind that he frantically shored up with wet sand and limp hopes.

“Did you feel something?” Percy asked in Coronis’s tiny voice.

Apollonius trembled.

Tentatively, uncertain yet unable to abandon all hope, Coronis swiped a hand through Apollonius’s bare calf.

This time the reaction was more prominent. Apollonius shivered and swivelled around in a panic, but try as he might, his wildly darting eyes failed to find anything. He backed towards the wall, suspicion settling into harsh lines on his face.

“What are you?” he demanded.

‘I’m Coronis,’ the dead spirit on the floor cried out.

“I’m,” Percy tried, instantly drawing Apollonius’s attention.

Coronis screamed – a high-pitched shriek that had Percy slamming his palms against his ears.

And threw herself at Apollonius.

The wall, perhaps spelled to repel spirits or perhaps it was merely a remnant of her soul’s belief that humans couldn’t cross ten-foot tall obstacles of mud and wood plastered with tiles, crushed her nose.

But for a few fraught seconds, Apollonius and Coronis shared the same space, breathed the same air, and might as well have been the same people.

‘Kill him, kill him, kill him,’ Coronis chanted.

“Who are you?” Apollonius whispered again, eyes glowing with the impending signs of a magical outburst.

“I’m, I’m Percy,” Percy stuttered. “And that’s Coronis. I just woke up in her body. And ... and I think she��s dead. She's dead and this isn’t real, and I just want to wake up.”

‘Kill him, he hurt Galene, he’s going to hurt everyone,’ Coronis pleaded.  

“An eidolon,” Apollonius concluded.

“No, this is a Mist illusion,” Percy corrected like a broken tape recorder.

He hoped this was an illusion.

The alternative was too terrible to contemplate.

“An illusion, you say?” Apollonius asked, voice a strange sort of dispassionate that made Percy wary.

“Yes.”

'Please, you must stop him. I can’t. I tried, but I just pass through him. It's my body but he keeps doing terrible things with it!’ Coronis cried out, lying without shame.

Percy glared at her, and indirectly, at Apollonius too. Percy had committed only one terrible act with Coronis’s hands, and even then, had he but known Galene was the shade of loyal who would let her mistress kill her, he would have simply insisted harder that she leave the room.

But he hadn’t known. Because he wasn’t Coronis. Even though he’d displaced her from her own body and replaced her with no one the wiser, which he supposed gave her ample reason to claim he’d committed atrocities.

He'd stolen her body.

Except this was an illusion so no one had stolen anything.

Apollonius blinked before his drawn-up shoulders relaxed into a loose-limbed fighter’s stance. He smiled. “Illusion, delusion, or displacement – there's a very simple way to find out.”

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Because most of the comments on Coronis on AO3 seem to be how much people dislike her - as far as she knows, she got murdered so Percy could steal her body, seduce a god with her body, then cheat on Apollo so obviously that he kills her and sends her father to Tartarus. And, even if she were to withhold judgment because he doesn't particularly want to do this, Percy goes and nearly kills the woman who might as well be an aunt. Percy is the villain in her story, and if she must get her body made permanently beyond habitation, then that's what she will do. Because that's what heroes do. Sacrifice themselves to protect others.

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Liveblogging Man Suang

First things first - outrage at Not-Mile who dares put his hands on Apo. Who the fuck do you think you- oh good, he's dead. Though, this is obviously something Khem expects and is used to. The touching, not the murder.

Wan, leave that knife in. Wan, don't take that knife out. Okaaaay, he took the knife out. Khem, at least don't be holding the murder weapon when- *sigh* never mind. Jesus fuck, Khem and Wan are not the sharpest crayons in the box, are they?

"You were caught red handed next to my nephew's body!" Only literally! I mean, technically correct. And in this instance, not the best kind of correct. :(

I love the costuming

Ohh hellooooo. Also, girrrl what are YOU doing at the devil's sacrament?

You met him thirty seconds ago and you're already showing him your pussy? Chatra, you slut.

Hey. HEY! Lord Not-Chatra. Stop looking at him like that. I swear, Khem is to higher-social-standing men like Will Graham is to serial killers. Where's the Chesapeake Chatra when you need him?

Montage time!

Khem. Sweetie. Honey. You need to be more subtle if you're going to be a spy....

Apo is so pretty when he cries. 😭

YEAH YOU TELL HIM KHEM! Calling out the double standards! Also, that dude is totes jealous he didn't catch Lord Not-Chatra's attention...

Chatra gives you one warning and then it's a FIST TO THE FACE.

Are they on a date? They're totally on a date.

This is a very important secret. So I'm telling you, a guy I've spoken to four times, on our first date, at a table at the corner of an intersection with open doors and people all around. Very important. Top Secret.

I love the sheer disappointment and disbelief in Khem's voice. Khem: A treasure trove? Really? That's what you're going with? Chatra: Why are you laughing?

Khem, you're such a hothead. You got into a KITE FIGHT. But it is a great excuse for Chatra to grope your waist. Well done.

At least Khem tells his secret up a tree and not on a LITERAL STREET CORNER.

Can't rid yourself of being a lowborn? *looks at the camera like it's The Office*

Me: I'm laughing with Khem cause a treasure map is stupid. Me five minutes later: wait, you bought that??? Chatra: Wait, he bought that? Oh man, this pretty idiot desperately needs my help...

Me (And Chatra definitely): My god, look at his face transform into a smile... do it again! again!

Khem: I have something to tell you... .... ... I've invited Chatra to join our missionWAN:ARE YOUFUCKING CRAZY???

I love the reconstruction sequence. That's some good storytelling.

HAHAHAHAHA "If you don't believe me, feel free to search my rooms!" Wan: Oh...I don't think that's nec- Chatra: DON'T MIND IF I DO. "Maybe you need to search me. I'll undress" Khem: NO THANK YOU WE'RE GOOD.

Ok... do you think that's enough food for three people? I think we might need to get another table of food in here...

What.... what are you doing Chatra. Like... my man has to have a good reason to point a gun at Khem... but there are no good reasons to point a gun at Khem.... but my man has to have a good reason to....KHEM LET HIM EXPLAIN

Ahhh Hong, I knew he wasn't dead. I knew it! I did! Oooh an assassin's teapot. Nice.

Yeah, old man! I agree!

Goddamned Apo is so goddamned pretty.

Oh damn. Risking your life to save your friend... and ending up having to kill him yourself. What a gut punch.

Aww Chatra. I'm not crying, you're crying!

Where's the series? I need the series now! Where is ittttttt???? 😭😭😭😭😭 You can't leave my boys like this!! 😭😭😭

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Jibaku Shonen Hanako-kun 115 Theory

Okay, okay, OKAY.

(Spoilers btw.)

Long time not see, sorry, like a lot. I was busy... crying.

1,2,3 LET'S GO! So, if I understand what is going on correctly, in this new timeline...

Hanako is dead. I mean: DEAD. Like for real. Like no spirit or whatsoever. (Also TERU AND KOU'S MOTHER IS ALIVE OH MY GOD, EVEN IF I EXPECTED IT, OH MY DOG.)

Or not, (yeah, maybe not, sorry for the heart attack) it depends if the clock keepers went to the exact moment when Amane killed his fake assassin kind of a brother in the school for real. (And then he did a seppuku or something.) with the kitchen knife.

Or to the moment Tsukasa went straight to the cursed pit of their house when they were like... 5(?) years old to save Amane because he was dying of... some 1960 illness I don't know. He was pretty ill all the time. (My baby, you never have a rest, eh. I don't know what God is doing right now, but doing a good job is not on the list.) So if Tsukasa never met the THING and made a deal with it to save his brother, Amane could have died in the end, #killme :((((((

Anyways, what do you think? Are the other kids like number 3 gone for sure too? Pffft, my poor girl T.T The thing with number 6 never happened so he is still wandering in the other side not remembering a shit again? Will Aoi-chan (seriously, why these two have to be called the same? AidaIro what were you thinking, this is so confusing???) remember the other timeline/correct timeline?

I don't know but Kou is going to be so destroyed when this is over, Teru you are gonna need to contact a therapist this time, I mean, this kid got his dear mother and his (boy)friend back, my poor soul. At least hot (traitor) senpai didn't killed Mitsuba with this sh*t happening, I GUESS AIDAIRO. I DOUBLE GUESS.

I also think is pretty stupid for the clock keepers to go to the instant when Amane killed Tsukasa. Even if we saw the 1968 number all over last chapters. I think it could be smarter if they stopped the THING to come over to little Tsukasa in the first place. Or are they going to let Amane kill him and let them be, nah.

Or at least to stop Tsukasa to come back to Amane when they were little. So that way Amane would be alive (and traumatized for life anyway because his brother dissapeared) and their parents... too... Leave me alone, I'm sad.

I think this last one possibility is the most reasonable since the three girls who did the ouija thing/ceremony in class (there is no better place to do this sh*t? What is going on in Japan's schools anyway??) talked to some spirit called Tsukasa. And then one of them dissapeared, like, yeah. F*ck. Try again. (Even when they knew some other girl did this sh*t in the past and they never saw her again. Jezz, you were asking for it!!!)

Maybe Hanako saved everyone when he killed his brother and make himself one of the protectors of the school because WOW, you let this kids by themselves for a second and they are already dying like flies!!!

And I still think Yashiro is going to die either even if they changed this timeline, sorry not sorry, my girl will survive of course. But this present is so fake. Hanako wil try to find her to save her.

I KNOW. Believe in the... me, that believes in Hanako. (Still pretty weird the scene where we saw that old Yugi as a teacher wandering the school while the girls did the ouija. And the creepy smile in his face. Do you think that's really Hanako? Cause I don't know Rick,)

And what with the Hot senpai??? You have cursed blood eh, I knew something was wrong with this guy since the moment he survived EVERYTHING FROM THE START. (And you start to use it now, AidaIro, you both are ruffians. I love it, let them cook, let them cook...) This guy is immortal and bored to death, change my mind I dare you.

Well, that's all. But you know what? Let me dream and find in this plot something interesting and different, AidaIro. You never let me down. (Believe in the me taht believe in Hanako that believe in AidaIro that believe in Akane was so handsome in this last chapters like I BELIEVE IN ANGELS) I want to believe that the Yugi Tsuchigomori is talking about when he was asked about his broken watch, note that he said only Yugi as a surname (strange isn't it), so... what if that was Tsukasa? And not Amane.

What if Tsukasa is the one old and alive in this time line? It would be so cool to have Tsukasa and Yashiro working together to bring his brother back. What if Amane is now the evil psycho little kid.

Let me dream or write the fanfic. (Nah it wont make sense, the girls of the ouija called for Tsukasa, sighs.) BECAUSE WHO KNOWS, SOMETHING IS GOING ON IN THIS TIMELINE AND IS NOT OKAY.

ANYWAY, HANAKO KUN MANGA.

IS CINEMA.